Suddenly, a golden light shot out, and I saw that the old man's originally confused eyes showed a burst of light, and his wisdom was undoubted. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his hands pinched, and said, "Feng'er, you have finally come back in your lifetime." After finishing speaking, his eyes were firmly fixed on the door of the hall, without blinking, and there were faint tears flashing, as if he was expecting this.

The old man's appearance had to be surprising, the cultivators still had things that they couldn't let go, so how could they get the Dao? And this old man knew at a glance that he was the ancestor of dozens of people under His Royal Highness, and his Taoism must be profound. Cultivation really doesn't need to be ruthless, everything needs to be natural.

Originally outside the mountain, at this time trotted all the way to a courtyard, stepped on the path paved by bluestone slabs, only to see a huge furnace Ding proudly placed in the center of the whole courtyard, emitting a trace of black light, I don't know what it was cast, several flying dragons hovered up, lifelike, luxurious but without losing the simple taste, echoing with this courtyard, it seems to be divided into two, it is very harmonious.

The environment is not beautiful, but it is magnificent, and mortals will surely stop and watch at this point. Fu Feng was not surprised, as if walking in his own courtyard, bypassed the furnace ding, and walked directly to the main hall in front. But just as he was about to set foot, he stopped again, a little hesitant, and his eyes were still looking inside from time to time. I want to enter but I dare not enter.

"Since you're back, why don't you come in!" The majestic but kind voice slowly floated out of the hall until it reached Fufeng's ears, and slowly disappeared again, as if it had never appeared. Fu Feng trembled, trembled, quickly patted the dust on his body, and stepped in.

The dozens of people in the hall who had been cultivating with their eyes closed also woke up, looked at the old man in the front with blank eyes, and then all looked back at the door. They talked to each other, but no one knew the reason, and they didn't know who the ancestor let in?! Although everyone was puzzled, they couldn't see any expression fluctuations on their faces, but their eyes flashed slightly, and they seemed to be looking forward to this.

These dozens of people meditated and practiced with the patriarch, every day, day after day, but they were also very boring. Helpless, cultivators, that's the only way. At this moment, a person suddenly appeared, and it seemed that the ancestor had a lot of feelings for him, and he could hear it from that voice. The patriarch never showed a trace of kindness when he spoke to them, and some were just majestic. Now, with their cultivation, it is naturally impossible to hear it wrong, so they are all guessing who the person is.

Fu Feng cautiously walked into the main hall, and saw that the person sitting in the right seat was his master Daoguang Zhenren, and quickly knelt down, his chest was close to the ground, his forehead was deeply drooping, and he didn't dare to raise it. His originally wrinkled face was already in tears at the moment, and his expression was very nervous.

Daoguang Zhenren saw that the apprentice he had missed for decades suddenly knelt in front of him, his expression was particularly excited, he stood up tremblingly, and walked over slowly. He coughed a few times in disguise, but the tears in his eyes betrayed him. More than a dozen disciples below looked at their ancestors in surprise, you must know that since they entered the door, they have not seen the ancestor walk down the futon made of white jade, not only walked down at this moment, but also shed tears, who is kneeling, is it the son of the ancestor? Although there is a lot of speculation, it is not out of order.

Daoguang Zhenren, with a wave of his right hand, the tears in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and the whole person regained his calm again, but his footsteps still did not stop, until Fufeng's body. He didn't pick up Fu Feng, he just stood quietly like this, his eyes swept over the dozens of disciples around him to watch the excitement.

Everyone understood, and quickly got up and retreated, not daring to stay longer. , the timid flew out and fled directly, and the bold walked to the door and did not forget to sneak a peek inside. My heart was full of curiosity, and I was a good person, and after the last one came out, I secretly hid to the side and peeked.

Seeing that all the disciples had walked out, Daoguang Zhenren waved his hand, and the door of the hall slowly closed, and then his left hand was raised slightly, and a white true qi came out, and the blessed wind that was originally kneeling on the ground was also slowly dragged up.

"Feng'er, you're finally back." Waiting for Fufeng to stand up completely, Daoguang Zhenren came out with difficulty to say such a sentence, and then there was no follow-up, he took a step forward, holding Fufeng's hand tightly with both hands, trembling all over, very excited.

"Division...... Master. Fu Feng lifted his tear-stained face, choked out to the master, his eyes were red. At that time, despite the master's obstruction, he left the master's door, gave up cultivating the truth, and went to the world to help the Wang family, that was because Wang Wanwan's father and himself were friends of eight worships, and they should share blessings and difficulties. Even now, he has no regrets in his heart, after all, there is no regret medicine in the world. But now that he is back, he has returned to the master who thinks about him day and night, and when he sees the master who is still concerned about him, Fufeng feels a little emotional. If he hadn't left back then, what kind of scene would it be, maybe he could have produced a golden pill, or even turned into a yuan baby and continued his life for a thousand years.

At this time, Fu Feng noticed that his master's momentum was very different from decades ago. The blade of the year has long since disappeared, and it is completely restrained at the moment. He silently compared the master and Jiang Tianchen together in his heart, and compared with each other, the master was more powerful.

Don't!

A shocked thought popped up in Fu Feng's heart, and then a smile appeared on his face, and he said excitedly: "Master, your old man has reached the Yuan Infant Stage?" ”

Daoguang Zhenren nodded slightly and waved his hand: "Feng'er, in the days after you left, my heart was unbearable, and I suffered day and night, so I retreated for decades, broke through the barrier, and achieved my Yuan Infant body." ”

After Daoguang Zhenren finished speaking, he didn't wait for Fufeng to continue to ask, pulled him up and walked to the side, his eyes looked at the door, and his cunning meaning was revealed: "Feng'er, don't ask anything, just come back." I'll take you to a place. ”

At this moment, Fu Feng, who is nearly seventy years old, is as well-behaved as a child, and behind Daoguang, the two gray-haired old men have red eyes, and their faces are mixed with grief and joy, with an indescribable feeling.

Fu Feng followed Daoguang Zhenren out of the main hall, along the winding bluestone path, all the way down, bottomless. The big trees in the sky on the side of the road stand upright, luxuriant, and the white clouds are fluttering, just like the realm of immortals. Among the trees, chirping and countless birds chirping, they seemed to welcome the arrival of the two old men.

Although Fufeng came from the Shuiyun Immortal Gate, he left alone when he was a teenager, so his understanding of the master was also tightly limited to the main hall and other courtyards outside. He didn't know much about some of the retreats and the like, and he didn't know where he was going at the moment. But the scenery on both sides is so fantastic, like a dream, you can know that the place you go to is absolutely extraordinary, and it should belong to a place like the forbidden place of the division.

Walking along the bluestone path to the end, a vast world emerges in front of you. Bursts of strange fragrance rush to the face, inhaling it is refreshing and calm. There are about thousands of square meters of lawn, a piece of green, and there is no end in sight. A waterfall falls from the sky close to the mountain and falls steadily into the lake below, splashing brilliantly. The end of the mountain is like a dream. The shores of the lake are full of bright flowers, competing for beauty. Dozens of animals of all kinds, frolicking and playing in the grass, including rabbits and sika deer...... A small wooden house was crumblingly settled on the side of the lake, and it was amazing that the splash could not drip on the wooden house, and once it fell a meter above the wooden house, it disappeared into thin air.

If the previous sheep intestine trail is like the realm of immortals, then the land is the real price of the place. People who have no choice but to enjoy the scenery have their own hearts, although they are shocked, they have no intention of seeing more. Fu Feng was also struggling in his heart, seeing that the master's life was so comfortable, he really didn't want to disturb the master's cultivation because of worldly things. He had to take care of the affairs of the Wang family, and he didn't know what to do.

How wise Daoguang Zhenren is, after all, he is a master of the Yuan Infant Stage. As soon as Fufeng entered the hall, he knew that he had something on his mind, but it was inconvenient for the master and apprentice to recognize each other, so he lost his interest. And outside the main hall, there were disciples eavesdropping, and he didn't want to be serious with the disciples of the younger generation, so he had to bring the blessing wind to the place where he was in retreat in his early years, which was also one of the forbidden places of the Shuiyun Immortal Sect ---- the residence of the head of the sect.

Daoguang Zhenren put his hands behind his back, standing by the lake, quietly looking at the waterfall in front of him. Fu Feng didn't say a word, but the contradictory look on his face betrayed him.

An hour.

Two hours.

The two of them stood silently, neither of them speaking.

After four hours, Fu Feng couldn't stand it anymore, and looked at the leisurely master beside him, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

"Master, Feng'er has something to say when he comes back this time, if it's convenient for the master, please help."

Daoguang Zhenren didn't move, still standing quietly, as if he hadn't heard Fufeng's words. However, Fufeng knew that the master had heard it, and he acquiesced to continue to speak. Next, he told the affairs of the Wang family from beginning to end, Jiang Tianchen was emphasized by him, and he didn't feel like the master was his enemy, after all, Jiang Tianchen felt too terrible to himself, although he had enough confidence in the master, but there was still a case. Jiang Tianchen has such a cultivation, he can find out where the Wang family is so quickly, then it means that there is a lot of power behind him!

The whole thing has been told by Fufeng, but it also seems clear and clear. Daoguang Zhenren is almost two hundred years old, and he can be said to be an old fox who has cultivated finely, and it can be seen from Fufeng's expression that what he wants to say should be difficult to do. And after knowing what happened, he was a little annoyed that his apprentice was not angry, and he actually helped others to rob the people's daughters. If this was the other disciples under the sect, he would have been expelled from the sect long ago. Helplessly, Fufeng is his favorite disciple, and now he is overjoyed to be back. He had already planned to help his disciple continue his life and strive to break through the Yuan Infant Stage, after all, Fufeng was talented.

"Feng'er, I can't help you with this. As you say, that person should belong to the four worldly families. Any one of the four great families can fight with my immortal sect, not to mention that the four great families have always been in the same spirit, and they all provoke each other. What the teacher can help you with is to bring the two of them under my immortal sect and let them go to the dew of cultivation. ”

As a result, Fufeng had already thought of it, but he was helpless, but there was a hint of happiness in his heart.

"Thank you, master, for your success, then you will accept them as a disciple, right?"

"I'll leave it to you. Feng'er, now that you're back, you've finally let go of your heart as a teacher, and the iridium body can rest assured that you can pass it on and concentrate on cultivation. ”